Blowflies

_{Blowflies in my head.
It's empty inside like in exsiccated draw-well.}

5:39 a.m.
Art-therapy? Current mood? Or how should I call it? I do not know. 
Later will be gone to scraps. 

In addition to atmosphere:
 Wayvee – Black Magic 
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_{Мухи в голове. 
Внутри пусто, как в иссохшем колодце.}

p.s. Марс отрастил рога.


Art & character (c) Me.